No Limits (8 page)
Her nipples had grown as hard as diamonds. First one finger, then two stretched her snug channel, delving deep, hitting all the pleasure spots while the water thrummed against the sensitive flesh, boosting her desire to a fever pitch.
He groaned in bliss. “I love this, love feeling your response. I’m tempted to leave you so I can plunge my cock inside here, send you flying. It wouldn’t take much, would it? But I don’t want to miss the feeling. Tell me, Gen, what would you have me do?”
Stay with me.
The thought formed before she really considered what she was saying. Having him inside her body, in control of her pleasure, gave her the opportunity to just enjoy. Just like when the rope had contained her, she delighted in the freedom. No worries, just ecstasy.
The thought formed before she really considered what she was saying. Having him inside her body, in control of her pleasure, gave her the opportunity to just enjoy. Just like when the rope had contained her, she delighted in the freedom. No worries, just ecstasy.
“I’m going to rub you harder now, fast, until you come. And I want you to think about what else would bring you pleasure. What would you do to my body?”
Tie you up so I can suck your cock.
Gen was almost shocked by her own thoughts, but her sex clenched around the invading fingers, telegraphing her true feelings.
Gen was almost shocked by her own thoughts, but her sex clenched around the invading fingers, telegraphing her true feelings.
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed, stroking harder until water sloshed over the sides of the tub. “What else?”
She pictured it in her mind, his hands bound in front of him with that silky length of rope holding his wrists together. That green gaze would fix on her, heating her blood as she sank to her knees, letting soft wisps of breath fall on his huge erection. In her mind’s eye, she watched as his big body trembled while her tongue darted out, licking the slit, sucking on the crown. His hips would rock in a silent plea for her to take more, take all of him. She’d tease him first, though, explore his body the way he had done to hers, letting her fingers cup his ass, and explore the crevice as she took him into her mouth. Maybe she would grow bold enough to insert a lubed finger into his anus and pleasure
him
from the inside out....
him
from the inside out....
“Oh, yes, I’d love it,” he panted, using another finger to stretch her sheath. “Love for you to penetrate my ass while you sucked my cock. I’d come so hard, Gen—”
The orgasm swept over her body in a tsunami of sensations. Every muscle in her body clenched and released as they rode the fantasy to new heights. Soaring, spiraling out of control and relishing every second of it.
Slowly the storm ebbed, leaving her shipwrecked within her own body.
I had no idea. No clue I was so ...
I had no idea. No clue I was so ...
“Sensuous?” Marshal supplied. “Stick with me, and I promise that together we will discover every secret you never knew you had.”
8
R
hys silently cursed himself as he maneuvered Gen’s body from the tub. He needed to be more careful. Her orgasm had ousted his essence from her, and for a moment he’d floated over the top of her, awed by her incredible body flushed from the heat of her bath and that cataclysmic release.
hys silently cursed himself as he maneuvered Gen’s body from the tub. He needed to be more careful. Her orgasm had ousted his essence from her, and for a moment he’d floated over the top of her, awed by her incredible body flushed from the heat of her bath and that cataclysmic release.
He’d thought nothing could turn him on more than her contradictory responses. He’d been wrong; that wild imagination of hers had awoken a sleeping giant, the dormant hedonism he’d repressed before going to the abbey for spiritual training.
The brotherhood had believed the time of spiritual enlightenment should be entered cleansed and purified of all the baser needs. Fasting and ritualistic bathing as well as long hours of meditation and prayer led up to the final trial a novice took before becoming a full-fledged member of the order. One was not required to be a virgin, but he was supposed to repress those sexual appetites until after the training period was completed. His had just ended when Illustra arrived.
Though he’d thought about sex almost constantly during his long confinement, the distance of time and the haze of memory had dulled the remembered pleasure until he’d almost convinced himself that it didn’t matter. Being with Gen brought it all roaring back. Instead of just wanting to fuel her desire, he craved her touch, the feel of her hands on his skin, her little pink tongue darting out to lick the slit of his cock head. To feel of the snug walls of her cunt gripping his shaft, milking him until he released his seed into her body.
Sensation from her responsive body had tossed his essence around like foam on the tides of the sparkling sea. He’d felt insignificant and almost ready to drown. Rhys wanted the anchor of his own release to join the symphony of hers.
Perhaps her sexual response was
too
much for him to handle from inside her. His pride balked at the thought, but Rhys had been schooled to recognize the dangers of allowing arrogance to blot out reasonable judgment. Safe in his own body, he would gladly take her on, any role she wanted to play, any way she wished to be caressed or to stroke him. He would jump at the chance.
too
much for him to handle from inside her. His pride balked at the thought, but Rhys had been schooled to recognize the dangers of allowing arrogance to blot out reasonable judgment. Safe in his own body, he would gladly take her on, any role she wanted to play, any way she wished to be caressed or to stroke him. He would jump at the chance.
But now, when his situation teetered on the brink between successfully escaping from his wax prison and abject failure ... no, he couldn’t afford to wallow in sensual delight with her no matter how tempting she might be.
Marshal?
He flinched. Every time she called him by the traitor’s name, Rhys felt as though he’d been stuck with a pin. Guilt for lying to her and anger at Marshal’s role in his captivity threatened to overwhelm him, but he ruthlessly locked his feelings away. Strong emotion experienced while cohabitating within another’s body could skew the way the host perceived her own feelings after his departure. The very last thing he wanted to do was cause Gen harm.
“What is it, sweetness?”
She hesitated a moment, and he sensed the direction of her thought before it fully formed.
Not to be rude or anything, but are you going to get out of me anytime soon?
Not to be rude or anything, but are you going to get out of me anytime soon?
He had to play his hand very carefully, prey on her need to make others more comfortable than she insisted on being. Her altruism was the key to his continued freedom. “Are you not enjoying my company?”
Of course! It’s just a little ... unsettling not having control over my own body.
Rhys understood exactly what she meant. Stalling for time, he retrieved the comb from the dresser and ran it through her damp tresses. After a thorough search through his mental database on human women, he found the spin most likely to work. “I like touching you this way. Pampering your graceful body. It’s so different from my own, and I’ve never had a chance to explore a woman like this. Let me pamper you and treat you like a goddess, fulfill your every need and want. You can sit back and relax, enjoy a vacation while I investigate what makes your body tick.”
If you really want to ...
She sounded unsure, but at least she didn’t demand he get out of her right away. Humming under his breath, Rhys finished untangling her hair and removing the last few droplets of water from her soft skin. Given his druthers, he would have enjoyed playing her lady’s maid. Instead of a towel, he would use his tongue to swipe away the stray beads of moisture on her breasts and belly, reveling in the feel of her fingers in his hair, the heady scent of her arousal as she spread her legs for him. Granting him access to the well of her sweet honey while her lips parted to breathe his name on a sigh ...
She sounded unsure, but at least she didn’t demand he get out of her right away. Humming under his breath, Rhys finished untangling her hair and removing the last few droplets of water from her soft skin. Given his druthers, he would have enjoyed playing her lady’s maid. Instead of a towel, he would use his tongue to swipe away the stray beads of moisture on her breasts and belly, reveling in the feel of her fingers in his hair, the heady scent of her arousal as she spread her legs for him. Granting him access to the well of her sweet honey while her lips parted to breathe his name on a sigh ...
Best not to dwell on what would never be.
“Are you hungry?” he asked instead, heading out of the bathroom toward the exit of her private chamber. “It’s morning; perhaps breakfast is in order?”
Wait! Don’t go out there yet. You need to dress me first.
He paused with a hand on the knob. “Why?”
Humans think naked flesh is arousing, and the sight of it is taken as an invitation to fornicate. After last night, Steven and Javier wouldn’t understand why I decided to parade around in front of them in the raw. Jeez, what planet are you from again?
“What would you like me to dress you in?” He intentionally dodged her question, unsure of how much she knew about the universe beyond her own world. From his studies, most humans were content to live out their lives on their home planet or one of the nearby space stations in their solar system. Exploring the great beyond was a pastime left for a few, well-financed adventurers or for shady businesses with ulterior motives.
Surprise me.
Dressing Gen’s body drained Rhys’s energy reserves. Donning clothing complicated the hell out of daily life, as one had to put it on
and
take it off
.
Gen didn’t seem at all impressed with his efforts, but of course she couldn’t see the magnificent result in the mirror the way he could.
and
take it off
.
Gen didn’t seem at all impressed with his efforts, but of course she couldn’t see the magnificent result in the mirror the way he could.
The undergarments alone had taken a quarter of an hour, what with straps and hooks holding various bits of scrap cloth in place.
“What do you call this fabric?” he asked, stroking the smooth texture covering her arms. Where it met bare flesh, it caressed skin like a lover’s gentle touch, foreshadowing all possibilities for hedonistic exploit. The cut of the top exposed her lavish breasts, which had been pushed together and propped up to obscene proportions by the undergarment she called a bra. The reflection was mouthwatering but hurt like the very devil.
Silk, and be careful with it—that’s my best dress.
“Noted.” Taking the candle, Rhys moved carefully to the door, ready to make his first public appearance.
Pay attention to the way you walk. You’re moving me like a space freighter pilot after an eighteen-hour run with a load in her drawers.
His hand hovered over the knob. “How do you suggest I remedy this?”
Take smaller steps and roll my hips. If you got ’em, flaunt ’em.
Sweet stars above, there was so much to remember! “Wait, you just said you don’t want them to look at you.”
It’s not for them. It’s for me.
“I doubt I’ll ever understand the way women think.”
In his mind’s eye, he saw her grin.
Doesn’t mean you should stop trying.
Doesn’t mean you should stop trying.
Her comm device chirped shrilly from the counter. Rhys debated answering the incoming call, but Gen took the decision out of his hands.
I really need to take that.
I really need to take that.
A sense of impending doom flowed over him. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
That iron will of hers rose up.
Either answer the call or get out of me so I can do it myself. In fact, this might be job related, so you really should—
Either answer the call or get out of me so I can do it myself. In fact, this might be job related, so you really should—
Rhys set down the candle and activated the unit.
“How’s it going?” the cool blonde on the other end asked.
Alison, shit!
Gen thought at the same time Rhys forced a smile onto her face. “Fine. We’re all fine, Alison.”
Gen thought at the same time Rhys forced a smile onto her face. “Fine. We’re all fine, Alison.”
Blonde eyebrows drew together and she narrowed her eyes. “Are you feeling all right, Gen? You look a little pale.”
“All the activity, you know? I was just sitting down to breakfast.”
This isn’t fun anymore. I could lose my job if Alison finds out—
“Anyway, I wanted to let you know that Marshal called, and he’ll be there by late morning.”
Rhys cursed silently. It was too soon; he hadn’t gained her trust yet. He nodded her head woodenly.
Marshal, what the hell is she talking about? Tell her you’re already here.
Rhys nodded, his mind already on his next move. “I’ll be ready for him.”
Deactivating the comm unit, he turned back to Gen’s room.
Rhys really hoped Gen would let him run with her body. The idea of sharing her emotional rainbow with another empath, especially one like Marshal, sickened him. Sure she was strong, but could she feed two empaths at one time? Though Gen was no shrinking violet, Marshal would tower over her; he could hurt her beautiful body so easily—break her if the mood struck him.
And it would be Rhys’s fault.
What the hell is going on?
Her anger was back, building every time she asked the question and Marshal—if that really was his name—didn’t answer. Fear made her stomach clench tight, but she didn’t know if it was hers or his or some hybrid combination of the two.
Her anger was back, building every time she asked the question and Marshal—if that really was his name—didn’t answer. Fear made her stomach clench tight, but she didn’t know if it was hers or his or some hybrid combination of the two.
Their kinky game had taken a decidedly sharp curve back to reality and she was left without a view or a choice. What the hell had she been thinking, ceding control over her body, and for what? A few fleeting moments of bliss?
I want my body back, now. And some answers, goddamn it! Are you Marshal or not?
“No.”
Something shattered inside her soul at the admission.
“Damn it, I need more time,” he muttered as though he hadn’t heard a word she said. Thought. Whatever. “I refuse to go back!”
Gen paused in mid mental rant and tried another tactic to get his attention.
Back to where?
Back to where?
The sharp rap of her heels on the wood floor told her he paced the length of the room. He moved like a cornered predator, ready to lash out at any moment. Yet she couldn’t forget the gentle way he’d touched her, made love to her, as though her pleasure truly mattered to him.
“It does, Gen.” Bedsprings creaked as he sat down. “I need you.”
She detected a plea in the words, and that scared her more than anything else so far.
Then get out of me and tell me who you are and what you need. I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.
Then get out of me and tell me who you are and what you need. I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.
He nodded once. “I’m left with no other choice. If I run with your body, I’ll be no better than those who imprisoned me.”
Gen wanted to sigh in relief that this nightmare would soon be over. His next words made her pause.
“Understand this, sweetness. Your actions from this moment on affect not just me but my entire race of people. We all need your help.”
Before she could ask what he needed help with, he seeped from her every pore, leaving her in command of her body and exhausted as if she’d run a 5K. She braced her palms flat on the bed, swaying, and watched as a shimmering gold cloud took the form of the man who’d mysteriously appeared. He crouched on the floor, his red hair spilling over his golden shoulders, knuckles supporting his weight. Even now she couldn’t help but admire his physical perfection. He lifted his chin and stared at her, those green eyes pleading. Despite his recent actions, she wanted to reach out to him, run her hand through his hair to ease his burden. She’d lost her last marble.
Sinking her nails into her palms, she kept her hands where they were, thinking of one of Nana’s favorite sayings:
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I’m an idiot.
Then again, no one could fool Nana because she could see their every move as soon as the notion flitted across their brains.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I’m an idiot.
Then again, no one could fool Nana because she could see their every move as soon as the notion flitted across their brains.
“I’m sorry I deceived you,” he began, and her shoulders sagged as her last trace of hope faded away. He wasn’t Marshal, and he’d lied to her about his identity and then had sex with her, invaded her body and mind.
Squaring her shoulders, she gazed down at him. “Who are you?”
He met her gaze unflinchingly but retained his supplicant posture, as though prepared for a beating. “My name is Rhys.”
Gen held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Rhys.”
Wait for it ...
Wait for it ...
Hesitating, he searched her face before extending his own hand. Once it was clasped firmly in hers, she held tight and leaned in close until only a hairsbreadth separated their noses. “Now tell me, where the
hell
did you come from?”
hell
did you come from?”
His gaze shifted to the candle still burning on her nightstand. “In there.”
Gen scowled and followed his pointed glance. “The candle?” A shiver racked her that had nothing to do with the cold. She recalled her unusual attachment to it, the way the dancing flame had mesmerized her, relaxed her and brought down her wall of inhibitions one stubborn brick at a time.
As though preparing her to accept him.
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